I walked out. I just shoved past Jake and left. Anger was flooding through me at the time, but now I'm starting to calm down. Annie and Allie are showing me around again after I told them about Jake. It's funny how I haven't seen him at all again. I would've thought he would at least try to talk to me again.

"Welcome Callie...we've been excited to have you here," I look forward to see my next teacher, who is a kid yet again. This time it's a girl. She wears a blue pantsuit with white dots lining her collar and up and down her sleeves. Her makeup is professional and simple; just a dark velvet lipstick and mascara. That's what I can see at least. Her purple hair is strapped up in a hair bun, every hair set exactly into place with no bumps in sight. Her hair color has a hint of a velvet with a bright purple, I want to guess lavender. With every class it gets easier to see kids as teachers and it doesn't start to bother me anymore. I have also given up on asking anybody why they were kids as the only answer I got was, "don't ask a stupid question."

Easels are set into rows of three and go back three rows as well, a student behind nearly every one of them. Annie and Allie stand in the front, wearing a white apron over their red, poofy dresses. Their hair is now both set in twin braids, each one set into gorgeous buns. Like this, their jaw lines are now more defined and I feel a ting of jealousy looking at the students. Everyone seems to be neatly clothed, while I stand in the front and in front of the teachers desk, my arms slowly covering my chest area while tightening the shirt around my waist.

"Go find a spot," she barks out, her green eyes digging into mine as I walk forward at a slow pace. The students take quick glances my way before turning back to their easels, some picking up thin paintbrushes before painting long strokes up and down their...frogs?? That's what I notice at least. Each student has the outline of a frogs body sketched onto their easels, no difference in any of them. The only open spot stands at the back, once again, and I notice Jack behind the one in front of me, his arm put up in a cast while his head is wrapped in white vet wrap, a red splotch splattering the side while dripping onto his hoodie, soaking in. I take a seat on my stool and my hand shakes as it feels the paper. It's thin with a smooth texture, the edges rounded instead of pointing and each sheet shows outlines of frogs...every...single...one.

The class holds an eerie silence as the teacher takes a seat in her leather chair, humming a soft tune while stacking her papers neatly and then going to work on sharpening her pencil. I can still feel her stare held onto my chest area as I slowly paint, taking my time to move long strides up and down the paper, trying to cover up the frog sketch. As I dip my paintbrush into the blue, someone taps on my foot, poking hard onto the boot to snap me from my paint. I look up to see Jake giving me a non-friendly smile, nodding to the door as if to signal something. He then turns back to his easel and raises his good hand, wincing at the sudden movement. The teacher looks up, rolling her eyes before clearing her throat. She twirls a pencil in her hand, the pointy end always seeming to face Jake. "What do you need Mr. Manns?" she questions, her twirling becoming faster. Jake gulps loudly before breathing in, his posture straightening as if he's becoming determined to do something.

"I would like to use the restroom ma'am," he says with a tint of determination to his voice. It's as if he's...scared? But why would he be, it's just the restroom!

The teacher shot him a glare, her eyes flashing a odd color for a quick second before her lips coil back into a smile and her face softens. "Of course Manns, just be quick," she says, turning her attention back to the chalkboard, which oddly has nothing on it even as she starts to outline something in the air just inches in front of the board.

As Jake stands up, his head turns back to me and he runs a hand through his blonde hair, flashing me a quick smile and wink as a signal. Should I even follow him? What if he just tells me to get out again? Do I really want to listen? My breathing shallow and shaky, I raise my hand just centimeters above my head and keep my head down as I await the teacher to acknowledge me. "Yes Callie?" I wiggle at her voice. It's too...calm and holds a tone that I'm not familiar with.

My head slowly creeps up and my eyes meet her in a brief staring competition. "May I also use the restroom," I ask with a meek voice. "I can't hold it in," adding the last part quickly, I force my legs to shake more than they already do and give her a look; as if trying to do the pee pee dance like little kids always do when they need to pee.

She frowns for a second before nodding and motioning me to stand up. I stand up, my legs shaking as I make my way to the door, the student's eyes watching me as I make my way out. It's embarrassing and already, I know I made the wrong decision.

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I want to scream at myself. I am so sorry for the slow updates, finals are coming up and it's my main focus at the time. I want to keep up with this though, but it also sucks with all the writers block I get. Also, for now I'm taking a hold on shoutouts at the end, just because it's difficult to find someone to shoutout you know?

Anyway...what do you think Jake needs to tell her? Should Callie have really followed him, and why are her teachers so...off. Do you think the next school day will be normal??

Have a creepyful day my creepers ❤️

~Kay